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We spent the next couple of hours enjoying the family. Rah had brought food, and everybody took turns seeing the boys while I relaxed on the couch.

Eventually, I started getting tired. I’d enjoyed having everybody there, but I was ready to get upstairs and lie down.

Ajoni noticed me shifting and came over.

“Come on, mama. Let’s get you upstairs,” he told me, reaching for my hand.

I stood, and he slipped his arm around my waist.

“Good. Maybe now Khatori can get six weeks of peace from your horny ass,” GiGi announced.

“Bullshit…” Ajoni blurted before catching himself, making everybody laugh.

“Ajoni!” GiGi snapped.

“Gee, I’m just saying,” he replied, laughing.

“Boy, you better leave that girl alone and let her heal. She just had two babies,” she warned.

“Damn, nigga. I’d hate to be you the next six weeks,” Tae joked.

“Nigga, shut the fuck up,” Ajoni shot back.

“Both of y’all get out my face with that all that gah damn cussing!” GiGi fussed, waving them off.

I laughed and let my husband lead me upstairs before they got started again.

Our bedroom was already prepared for the twins, with both bassinets beside our bed. Ajoni brought the boys upstairs while I changed into something comfortable and got settled.

Once he finished checking on them, he climbed into bed beside me. I rested against his chest, enjoying the chance to finally relax in our own room.

There was something I’d been wanting to ask him since the day I went into labor.

“Ajoni, how do you really feel about finding out who your father was?” I questioned.

“I’m good with it. I just wish we’d known sooner,” he admitted. “Saint been my nigga for years, and this whole time, we had the same daddy.”

“Does it bother you that you never got to meet Frank?” I asked.

“Not really. Gee and Ma Pat made sure me and Tae had everything we needed,” he replied. “But I do wonder if that nigga ever knew about us.”

I nodded, understanding why that question would bother him.

“At least Saint can tell you some things about him,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, and I’ma talk to him about that eventually,” he replied. “Right now, I’m just glad we finally got some answers.”

I leaned up and kissed him.

“I’m happy for y’all,” I told him.

“’Preciate it, shorty,” he replied, kissing me again.

Khori started fussing in his bassinet, and Ajoni immediately got up and picked him up.

“Wassup, man?” He murmured, holding our son against his chest.

I watched him cradle Khori before looking over at me.